They are waiting on the shore
For the bark to take them home:
They will toil and grieve no more;
The hour for release hath come.
All their long life lies behind
Like a dimly blending dream:
There is nothing left to bind
To the realms that only seem.
They are waiting for the boat;
There is nothing left to do:
What was near them grows remote,
Happy silence falls like dew;
Now the shadowy bark is come,
And the weary may go home.
By still water they would rest
In the shadow of the tree:
After battle sleep is best,
After noise, tranquillity.
The Old
Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel
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Poem topics: dream, happy, life, silence, sleep, tree, water, shore, battle, shadow, long, noise, release, home, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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